Detrimental Attitude by DCFTEF

(24/11/2021)

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37813344/#q37872151

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>Peachy Sprite was a filly who liked to have fun
>A lot
>In fact it was one of the major problems of her life that she liked fun a lot more than the work required to earn that fun
>Temptation drew her irresistibly, like a magnet

>When she was little this didn't cause any problems
>They youngest foal of her family by a significant number of years
>she was indulged and allowed to remain the baby of the family far too long
>While her elder siblings had responsibility laid upon them at appropriate ages
>Peachy was sheltered from it by both mother and siblings

>Of course, every filly gets into trouble and Peachy was no different
>She got into more than her share in fact
>But her adoring siblings often bailed her out of it
>Or Mom brushed it off as cute, foalish mischief
>When Sprite had done something that positively, undeniably required a response it was always;
"You wait until your father gets home."

>Peachy's father was a hard-working stallion who would rather have come home to anything but a naughty filly in need of a spanking
>He hated being the disciplinarian
>He worked all day at a job he did not like, so he could go home and spend time with his family
>Having to punish one of them so frequently frustrated him and broke his heart
>But he was a good father and did his duty
>And Peachy Sprite was just a filly...she would get better.

>Peachy Sprite's irresponsible behavior only got worse as she became a teenager
>She had never learned restraint or mature decision making
>And when faced with the tantalizing temptations of teenagerhood she indulged
>Her Mom and siblings laughed, and called her a party girl
>Her Dad grumbled because he now had to deal with issues like, curfew, drugs and colts
>Her mother didn't do much to sanction her at all

>Peachy's Dad felt she was too old for spanking
>But nothing else worked
>She hated being grounded, so she whined and Mom let her off the hook
>When she lost privilege's her adoring older siblings snuck the same indulgences to her behind Dad's back
>This was easy, because Dad had to work all the time
>He wasn't around to ensure she stayed grounded, or didn't get her saddlebag money allowance 
>Spankings were his only option
>Peachy hated and feared them intensely
>So for a time they worked
>Peachy generally stated out of trouble
>Her grades were good
>She completed High School
>But only because her unwilling Dad was always there with that awful, horrible, no good, nasty paddle
>Peachy Sprite gave her Dad a big hug and even acknowledged his painful discipline in her graduation speech, to much laughter in the audience

>The good grades Peachy was required to get
>(or else, WHACK!)
>got her into Bridleburg University
>It was a long way from home and Peachy's father cringed
>But she was just a kid, she would get better, right?

>The whole family was excited that Peachy Sprite had gotten into prestigious Bridleburg University
>But her father was worried
>She had only gotten through High School with a paddle constantly threatening her rear
>Now she would be living miles and miles away
>He had a serious talk with her when he traveled to campus to help her move into the dorm
"You have to control yourself, honey
"Your attitude is detrimental to success.
"It's time you grew up."
>Jokingly he added
"You're a legal adult, I won't be there to spank you anymore!"
>They both had a good laugh
>That stuff was all in the past, they were both sure

>Peachy Sprite had honestly wanted to be a good filly when her Mom & Dad left on the train
>But that night she drank 15 cups of cider...stole the school mascot...lost her virginity and passed out in the Dean's flower garden.
>Peachy could have been expelled on the spot.
>But as usual ponies cut her slack and she got away with it.
"She's only a freshman on her first weekend at college
"She'll get better."
>She begged the University not to send a report to her Dad, and they indulged her
>So he never found out

>By mid-term Peachy hadn't gotten better
>She had a reputation as a party filly
>She had blown through all the money Mom & Dad gave her to last the whole year
>She was only attending half her classes
>And was failing nearly all of them
>One super embarrassing day...Dad arrived on the train to sort things out

>He kinda lost his cool
"Sprite, when are you gonna grow up?
"You're blowing an incredible, one in a lifetime opportunity here!
"All because of this detrimental attitude you have!
"You can have fun, honey...I want you to.
"But the work has to come first.
"You can't do this all your life."

>Peachy was genuinely listening
>She was scared
>She was about to flunk out and she knew all this partying was endangering her future
>But she'd learned no self discipline over her life
"D-Dad...I can't believe I'm asking you this but...
"Could you do that thing you used to do when I was a kid?"

>Sprite's father was totally against it
"You're an adult now! That's a punishment for little foals!"
>But one thing she had learned at college was debate
>And she wore him down with her logic
"Dad, please...you KNOW I don't want it.
"But that's just the point.
"I have problems, I know that, I'm sorry!
"But you wouldn't make a drug addict or alcoholic just quit with no help, would you?"
>Peachy was serious
"I just need a little help.
"Just ween me off of it and I promise I'll be more mature."
>Sprite's father didn't like it
>But he had to take the train back home and go to work on Monday
>He couldn't stay in Bridleburg and supervise his legally adult daughter
"I will do this ONCE but never again!
"It's your detrimental attitude that needs attention,
"Not your rear-end!" 

>Peachy would have been satisfied to be spanked in the dorm
>Totally embarrassing but kinda the point
>She wanted it to sink in
>Plus, she wouldn't be the first college filly whose parents had to visit campus and straighten his daughter out
>A few freshmen had already gotten visits from their daddies this term
>Probably happened in the colts' dorm too.

>But Dad was embarrassed by this
"You're a legal adult
"What I'm doing is assault!"
>Peachy argued though;
"Not if it's consensual."
>But that didn't make Dad happy
"It shouldn't be happening at all!"

>He insisted that they do it at his hotel, just off campus
>So Peachy Sprite was marched off on an extra-long walk of doom
>Through campus, across the quad and finally to the hotel
>The desk clerk must have thought he was a dirty old stallion
>A sugar daddy checking in with a way-too-young college filly.
>The sounds of smacking and squealing coming from the room only backed up this guess
>It sounded like "Daddy" liked to play naughty schoolgirl with his "Little filly"
>Little did they know it was 100% true
>He was her father and he was legitimately giving his little naughty schoolfilly a spanking
>A slat from the bed made a fearsome paddle
>Painful enough to make Peachy sorry she ever took a sip of cider
>But Dad found the whole situation so humiliating he wished the hotel DID assume he was a pervert rather than know the truth
>But this was the last time, right? She would get better.

>It wasn't the last time
>Peachy Sprite's father had to take her across his knee once that summer 
>And he had to visit campus one more time during her sophomore year
>But that was finally the last time
>Peachy graduated with good grades and her Dad breathed a sigh of relief
>It was over now
>She was a grown up mare now, with the skills and degree to have a successful life

>So he was a little worried when she announced her decision to backpack around the world for a few months before taking on a job
>But she had absolutely no money so how much trouble could she get in?

>It was her successful older siblings that indulged her this time
>They each kicked in money so their little sister could make her world tour
>By now they understood how their previous coddling hadn't helped Peachy
>This was their misguided attempt to make it up to her
>They thought the trip would help her learn some of the maturity she'd missed out on
>Instead it just gave her another year to dodge responsibility and keep building bad habits
>Detrimental attitudes...

>Peachy Sprite ran out of money in the first month but fell in with experienced backpacking ponies who showed her how to live the life
>Like this she bounced all over the world for months
>All over Equestria
>The Eastern Lands
>Griffonstone and Yakyakistan
>Mt. Arris...and even the dragon lands
>Tourism had really opened up at this point

>Since he did not have to deal with her any more, Peachy's father breathed a sigh of relief
>But he still worried...

>It made Dad and the whole family was proud when Peachy returned and announced she already had a job
>She'd met some business ponies in Manehattan who always needed new entry level graduates in her field
>Maybe her world tour had taught Peachy some maturity
>Maybe some of her detrimental attitudes were being replaced

>In truth Peachy had spent the whole year partying
>Griffonstone, Mt Arris, Yakyakistan...
>She wasn't there to see the arts and the beautiful scenery
>It was just by pure dumb luck that she was at a rave in Manehattan with those office ponies
>They were not bosses either, as she led the family to believe
>They were just entry-level wage slaves like she would be
>But a job interview is still valuable
>Maybe she was finally getting better?

>Sprite got the job
>A big company with room to be promoted
>Bottom of the ladder now but the pay was liveable
>She could afford her first apartment
>And a lot of drinks
>Nights out at the club with her friends
>Nights that resulted in hangovers
>And those resulted in sick days
>More than she should have taken
>But every letter home sounded great
>Making money, staying responsible, replacing detrimental attitudes.
>Total lies.
>But she was a grown mare now, with a job and a place of her own
>It's not like any pony was going to spank her for taking too many sick days.

>One dark and stormy night Peachy's father was at home in Fillydelphia
>Reading one of her encouraging letters
>His youngest was finally doing well
>A relief...he thought she...
[KNOCK] [KNOCK]
>It was a surprise to hear any pony at the door at this late hour
>Peachy's father checked the peep-hole carefully and then swung the door open
"By Celestia...what's wrong?"
>Peachy Sprite was there
>Soaking wet in the rain
>Still obviously crying
"Dad...I really messed up!"
>His heart sank
"Alright, first thing let's get you inside."

>Wrapped in a blanket, with a warm cup of tea
>Sprite confessed the truth;
"I've taken double my allowable sick days.
"I'm behind on my rent.
"I've gained 2 inches on my waistline.
"and last weekend, I drank too much at a company party and flirted with the Boss'es husband."
>Her father groaned
>Was this ever gonna end? Was she ever gonna get better?

"Dad..."
>Oh, no, she's not gonna ask me that
"Do you remember what you used to do?
"When I got out of control as a kid?"

>He shook his head.
>He thought he would never have to do this,
>But Peachy Swift's father looked her in the face and flatly said;
"No." 

>Peachy was shocked
>She knew Dad didn't like to do this, 
>he felt she was too old.
>He was right of course.
"Dad, please, I know it's super-weird, but this is important!
"I'm gonna lose the job! I just know it!"
>But her father shook his head
>He'd had enough
"Absolutely not and NEVER again!
"Peachy, I can't keep solving your problems with a spanking paddle!
"You are a grown mare.
"I know you can be mature and handle your business because you do it perfectly...for the first few weeks after I've spanked you.
"But we always come back to this, which means it didn't work."

>Sprite did not expect such a flat refusal
"But Dad, it's just this once...one time and I'll get my shit together, please!"
>Sadly, he turned his begging daughter down
"Sweetie...if you said the same thing to me about a drink, or pills I would bring you straight to the hospital.
"Is this an addiction with you? Is it a dependency?
"It doesn't matter, I'm not doing it anymore."
>Peachy begged him, but Dad held his ground
"I will always love and support you in any way I can.
"But you're a mare now and need to regulate your behavior yourself.
"or else I'm scared that your detrimental attitude is going to ruin you."

>She had to be at work in Manehattan the next morning
>So Dad rode the late-night train with her
>Missed a day of his own work back in Fillydelphia
>He found out that she wasn't as close to being fired as she thought
>But she wasn't getting a promotion with all the rest of the group who hired on at the same time as her either.
>He sorted things out with her landlord
>Worked out a payment schedule that would have her caught up in a few months
>Situation stabilized, Dad kissed her on the cheek and wished her luck
>But his answer was firm as he boarded his train
"I'll always be here to help, but I'm done correcting your behavior.
"It's up to you now to correct your...
>You get it by now.

>Those first few weeks after Dad left were miserable
>Peachy Sprite was walking on eggshells
>Afraid to slip up at work and lose her job
>Afraid to risk any fun in case things got wild and out of control
>Things were so much easier when Dad could make it all better 
>By making things temporarily so much worse!

>On her way home Peachy passed a shop
>It was a sex shop
>Peachy's apartment was not in the nicest neighborhood

>She had been inside before, with her drunk friends
>They'd been having fun
>They all had a good laugh at the dildos and leather gear
>Bought a few tubes of sex lube and some dirty magazines, but nothing else
>It was something else that Peachy kept thinking about.
>Paddles
>Apparently a big seller, the store had lots of them
>Big, little, thick, thin
>Enchanted and budget choices
>Peachy thought about them a lot but never had the nerve to go inside
>Until this day...

>A door chime announced her arrival, but Peachy still said;
"Hello?"
>She was greeted by a cheerful clerk filly about her age
"Hi there, welcome to The Lovers' Stable.
"I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Thistle Sting, how can I help you?"
>Sprite took a great, big, deep, mighty breath...
>and then whispered
"Can I look at your paddles?"
>The clerk gave her a smile and replied
"Ooo, some pony's been a bad filly?"
>Peachy blushed and confessed
"You could say that."

"Well we have lots of great choices, from budget to unicorn enchanted."
>Thistle Sting showed her a selection of regular but very nicely made paddles in the 20 bit price range
>That was really what Peachy was hoping to spend
"Now these are made by a traditional craftstallion in a nearby town
"He has the cutest colt apprentice, I love it when they come to deliver our order.
"But I think the poor little guy got a spanking of his own recently, he seemed awfully squirmy last visit.
"I wonder if he gets it with the very paddles he helps make? Ohhh, wouldn't that be awful!"

>While Thistle babbled, Peachy looked over her choices
>They all scared the fur off her
>Wielded by a stern daddy any of these would keep her on the right path
>But she didn't have a daddy willing to do it
>That meant she'd have to spend a bit more

"I think I need an enchanted one."
>Thistle gave her a sympathetic look
"No Very Special Somepony?"
>Well, she'd had lots
>None of them were all that special
"Okay, these all levitate and spank on their own.
"But the cheaper enchanted ones cost at least a hundred bits."
>Peachy gasped
>This was what she needed but at 5 times what she wanted to spend
>Already on a restricted budget because of her rent embarrassment, this was a stretch

"How do they work?"
>Thistle looked overwhelmed and told her;
"That would take an hour. They're all different. What do you need?"
>Her customer seemed embarrassed to answer
>She reconsidered her sales approach and said
"We started at the bottom and moved up.
"Let me show you the Top-of-the Line, our best paddle.
"Then we can find something that's right for you in-between, right?"
>Sounds reasonable
"This is The Grande..."
>Thistle drew a cardboard box out from under the counter and opened the lid
>It was a beautiful slab of wood
>Rich, tightly spaced wood grain from old growth forest
"Once you pre-set some parameters this thing can actually calculate how many spanks you get based on how naughty you were."
>Peachy Sprite almost jumped when she heard that
"Ohmygosh that's EXACTLY what I need!"
>She felt kinda dorky for getting that excited in a sex shop
"I mean...please,,,tell me more..." 

>Thistle Sting cringed a little but went on...
"There are 7 parameters to set, based on the Seven Deadly Sins."
>Yeah, they got those in Horsie World too
>Don't overthink this
"So lets say your coltfriend is a couch potato who eats all the ice cream in the apartment..."
>Dastardly!
"You just crank up the importance setting on Sloth and Gluttony and WHAM!"
>Peachy flinched when Thistle banged her hoof on the counter
"He's gonna wish he saved some ice cream for his sore rear end."
>And alternately
"But let's say he's a nice colt who just lost his temper when another stallion was rude to you in line for a movie,
"He still deserves a spanking for punching that other stallion,
"But not a bad one, since he was defending my honor."
>That slip told Peachy that the clerk was describing incidents from her own dating life
>She wondered if Thistle ever borrowed the Grande from work
"So you turn Wrath down low, and he doesn't get it so bad.
"There's also settings for Lust, Pride, Envy and Greed.
"Pretty much covers most naughtiness, but there's an open eighth slot for unexpected circumstances.
"You gotta ask my boss how to set that one though...the instructions are kinda wonky."

>Peachy trembled at the thought of this thing devastating her heinie
>But it was everything she needed
"How much is it?"

>Thistle drew the box back and reminded her
"I was just showing you what the Top-of-the-Line is!
"This is a tool for professional leather dominaTrixies and sex clubs.
"Don't fall in love...it costs 199.99 bits."
>Whoa...let's look at something cheaper
>But after seeing the Grande, none of the others have what she needs

"Thistle, I don't enjoy spankings"
>she confessed
>The clerk looked confused and said
"We've got lots of nice dildos too..."

"I'm really messing up my life.
"For years I blamed my Mom or my siblings who never let me learn responsibility
"But I'm out of ponies to blame. This is my problem now.
"Know who deserves none of the blame?
"My Dad.
"He's tried his whole life to help me get my shit together.
"I'm so tired of him being disappointed in me."

>Thistle Sting seldom had customers open up like this to her
>But she felt like Peachy was a friend in need
"I'm really sorry...
"I could give you my employee discount on any other item but The Grande is a special order."
>Peachy looked in her purse
>The annual Monsters of Griffon Rock tour was coming to Manehattan soon
>She had money for her ticket set aside
>26 bands...3 days...it was gonna be awesome...she was gonna get so hammered drunk 
>But Peachy took a deep breath
"What's the total with tax?"
>Thistle couldn't believe it but she did the math
"Ummm, 217.98 bits."
>The reckless filly whimpered and made her decision
>In one of the first self disciplined moments of her life she chose the Grande over a concert that was sure to be a blast.

"Oh my gosh, seriously?"
>Thistle couldn't believe it when Sprite began counting out her money
"If this doesn't work can I bring it back?" 

"Doesn't work?"
>Thistle was confused
"Unless you've got a cast iron rear-end I can safely say it's gonna work."
>Peachy shook her head
"I just mean, what if I don't have the nerve?
"What if it doesn't even work for...what I need?"

>Behind the counter, Thistle Sting looked a little worried
"This is a sex shop...ponies don't typically like to buy the things we sell after they've been used."
>taking a deep breath
"and my Boss will kill me if I sell an expensive item then you just bring it back a month from now."
"I can maybe give you...one day?"

>Peachy Sprite gulped hard
>She had planned on keeping the scary thing ready until she needed it
>Maybe the fear of knowing it was in the apartment would even help her impulse control
>This time limit meant she would have to test it and make her decision tonight.

"Eeeeeeekkkk...ring it up quick before I can change my mind!"
>Thistle was still surprised this filly who didn't enjoy spankings just bought the most expensive paddle in the shop
>She worried that this might be a mistake that got her into trouble with her Boss
>But she rang up the purchase as requested
"Would you like to donate 3 bits to the Equestrian Nature Fund?"
>Peachy growled
>She was already cutting her budget razor thin
>But she was trying to be a good girl from now on
"Yeah...3 bits for the %&#%+ bunnies..."
>Thistle blushed and told her;
"Okay, that comes to 220.98."
>This was gonna be a week of ramen noodles until next payday
>'Last Chance' marked down bread and vegetables at the market

"Sooo, how do I get the parameters set?"
>Thistle Sting packed everything up in the cardboard box and told her
"Instructions are right inside.
"You set the range number for each Deadly Sin
"Then dial in how important you think each category is.
"Plus there's a setting for increasing penalty for repeat offense...
"And a switch that doubles the punishment if it catches you lying."
>Eerily similar to Dad's rules...
"It will just take you a few minutes to set it all up at home. You won't need any magic."

>Peachy stuck out her bottom lip and pouted a bit
"But if I get to choose the spanking I get it's not much of a punishment, is it?"
>Thistle had an idea for this;
"Just get a pony who knows you really well to set it for you...then lock the settings cover so you can never see."

"But I don't have any pony like that..."
>No colt friend
>Her party friends wouldn't understand
>Dad unwilling to do it
>She would DIE of humiliation if anybody at work found out 
"Could you do it for me?"

>Thistle's face sank
"Awww, that's a lot of extra work and it's almost my break time!
>But Peachy's needy whimper made her concede that she'd spend that break struggling with complicated magical paddle settings
"Am I gonna get anything out of this?"
>Her customer blushed and emptied out the last few pennies from her purse
>It wasn't even enough for a stingy tip
>Thistle groaned and accepted that she'd be doing this favor in the name of Friendship.

>When Sprite got home she didn't open the cardboard box
>Not right away
>She boiled some noodles for dinner
>Wasn't kidding about that ramen
>But she couldn't eat
>She was too nervous about what had to happen tonight

"No time like the present."
>At least she lived on the top floor...no upstairs neighbors
>The next door apartment was vacant
>And the old mare a floor down was near deaf
>If she screamed like she always did as a foal, at least the police would not be called

>She removed The Grande from its box
>It was the first time she actually held it
>She was impressed by its lightness, but unyielding rigidity
"Let's try this."
>The paddle could only communicate via a magical slab of slate
>A little 2x4 inch chalkboard to write down confessions on
>Peachy looked across the room at her half-finished bowl of noodles
"Here goes..."
>and she wrote on the chalk board;
"did not finish my dinner"
>and waited for the response
>Nothing
>The little jewels on the side indicating Greed and Gluttony flickered but nothing else happened
"Was that not bad enough?
"Two hundred and twenty bits and you won't work because you don't think I was naughty enough!?"
>But she felt silly talking to a piece of wood.
>She tried again
>Since she had only finished half her noodles, Peachy was still hungry and had food on the brain
>So she could only think of food-related crimes to confess
>She wrote down;
"Had a greasy hayburger for lunch instead of a salad."
>This time Gluttony glowed brighter, but nothing from Greed
>Sloth flickered a little though
"So it takes combo's into account"
>The chalk message disappeared as the paddle calculated her punishment
"10 spanks."

>Peachy took a deep breath
"Okay, here goes."
>She laid herself down across the arm of her ratty old couch
>Her hooves could not touch the ground
>She hugged her throw pillows and squeaked out...
"Begin!"

>At the pre-set command word
>(Thistle let Peachy pick from 4)
>the wooden terror floated over her ominously, taking position behind her
>Shivering with nervous energy, Peachy expected a lecture

>She got a surprisingly hard crack across the rear instead
>Not the worst she'd ever gotten
>But from just one whack she knew the paddle meant business

>Peachy twisted and whimpered as her new purchase delivered its first service
"Wow! Does that sting!"
>Eight, nine and ten whacks couldn't come soon enough.
>When it was finished, Peachy was breathing hard and wiping her eyes
>A good first test
>One thing she knew was; she didn't want a greasy hayburger for lunch tomorrow

>Peachy took a minute to catch her breath
>She finished her noodles and put a cold towel on her stingy rear
>It didn't quite need ice yet

>Yet.
>Peachy knew she had to push further before she was sure about this
>Thistle Sting had stuck her neck out
>She had to either decide to keep it
>or get it back to the shop before Thistle's boss noticed it missing.
>She had to go harder.

>Sprite wasn't ready for a full-on butt busting yet,
>nor did she believe she deserved one tonight,
>but wanted to explore some of the other settings of the paddle
"What if the number of burgers was different?"

>Time for a second round
>Peachy got herself into position
>Head down, rear up
>Back hooves kicking helplessly above the floor boards
>This time she scratched on the slate
"I had three greasy hayburgers for lunch instead of a salad."
>That felt like a good test
>After all it was true
>The punishment for 3 might be a little more than for one
>But the main crime was giving in to temptation...so why should 3 be much worse than 1?

>The enchantment made its cruel calculus.
>Her chalk scratches disappeared
>A new sentence appeared in their place.
>Peachy's eyes grew wide with surprise as she read along;
"Thirty spanks? Awww, man!"
>She expected half that
>But what she saw next horrified her
"Doubled FOR LYING!?"
>She struggled to get out of the way before the paddle started its horrible work
"Don't say begin...don't say begin...don't say...
>Yeah
>She actually said that out loud in her panic
>So 'Begin' is exactly what the paddle did

[WHACK] [WHACK] [WHACK]
>Peachy Sprite shrieked as she tried to remember the safe word that would halt the punishment
"Why didn't I choose something easier to remember! Whhhaaaahhhh!"
>Unable to escape she kicked and cried like a foal
>It was harder this time...so much more painful
>Through her tears and wailing Peachy remembered what Thistle Sting had said about the settings
>This must count as a repeat offense
"WHHhhhhaaaaAAAAHHHhhhhhooooaaaaAAWW!
>The young mare bawled, as she could not escape without exposing the tender back of her legs to the worst of it
>60 hard strokes!
>It was so much more than Peachy wanted to try on the first day
>But she had no choice now, the paddle had no mind of its own and was only running a magical program
"I PAID TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE BITS FOR THIIIIIIISSSSSsssssss!"
>She cried at the top of her lungs.
>Lucky she had no neighbors that would complain.

>This magical wooden terror did a mighty job
>It was heavier and harder than anything her father had ever spanked her with
>But she was a bigger girl now
>And her grown mare tushie was burning with pain as badly as any little filly tanning she'd ever experienced.

"OOooowwWWW! Ow! OW, Ow! Please stop, pleeeaaasseeee..."
>She was begging a plank of wood for mercy
>But Peachy didn't know what else to do
>Never that attentive about such things, she'd lost count in the first few whacks
>As the crying filly kicked and wiggled in a desperate effort to endure the pain, she had no idea if she had 5 or 55 spanks left to go
>Even ONE was too many

>It was too much, Peachy had to escape
"Please stop, please stop! I can't take it!"
>But the enchanted paddle did not posses pity for her to appeal to
>She yanked at the couch cushions, trying to drag herself out of reach
>Hopefully the paddle would not chase her!
>Peachy dug her hooves into the gaps between the cushions, looking for grip
>But all she did was dislodge them, and when one fell all 3 followed, tumbling to the floor
>These cushions had been the surface Peachy was leaning on
>With their loss, her upper body fell forward and down, 4 more inches
"WHHHHAAAAHHH NNNOOoooooo!"
>This pushed her rear-end up higher, and at a sharper angle
>The tender bits at the crease between rump and leg were painfully exposed
>Worst, the paddle adjusted to her new position
>It now spanked from almost directly above
>The added help from gravity might not have added much impact if tested in a laboratory
>But Peachy Sprite's bottom absolutely noticed the difference

"Bwwwhhhaaaahhh, please, please, please be over soon!"
>She had completely lost track of how many she'd endured and forgotten how many she was supposed to get
>For all she knew the paddle had malfunctioned hours ago and she was trapped in a timeless existence of agony
>Peachy bawled like she did when she'd been a mischievous filly, finally forced to pay the price over Dad's knee
>She was flooded with the same feelings
>Peachy hated this...she wanted more than anything for it to be over
>Yet she felt like this was entirely her fault
>Nobody was persecuting her
>No pony was responsible for this except herself 
>And her detrimental attitude.

>It went on for quite some time.
>As Peachy learned from re-reading the instructions later, the Grande did not count a spank unless good, firm (painful) contact was made
>Spanks that did not hit cleanly did not count
>and many of those had hurt the worst!
>Peachy had done herself no favors by kicking and squirming.
>There was no official count but she had likely increased her number of spanks to 80 rather than the 60 she'd been condemned to

>For all the pain and crying the ending was anti-climactic
>Dad always slowed down and lectured at the end
>If the crime was bad enough to earn a 'grand finale', this is when it obviously happened
>But for all its fancy features the Grande did not have a setting for a big finish.
>It just stopped.

>Bawling Peachy took a few moments to realize she wasn't being spanked anymore.
>Then, after wiping her muzzle she asked timidly;
"Finished?"
>The paddle took that as a command rather than a question.
>It floated down and came to rest on the nearest flat surface.

>Peachy scrambled away from the paddle at first
>Her rump still throbbed and burned 
>She was still freely weeping from the painful ordeal.
>She didn't even want to go near that thing for a while.

>What she did want was a bag of frozen peas for her poor heinie
>Looking in the ice box she cursed
"Of course I don't have anything healthy like that." 

>Peachy didn't go near the paddle for the rest of the night
>but when payday came she spent her money on some healthy groceries instead of pizza and hayburgers
>She also got a few bags of frozen peas
>A necessity as she intended to use the Grande again

>Peachy began taking notes throughout her day
>Behaviors and attitudes she knew were detrimental
Flirted with a colt on the elevator even though I knew he was married.
>Stuff at work
Did not confess to a mathematical error that took my office 4 hours to track down and fix
>To be fair Sprite did not know it was her mistake until it was found
>but she could have owned up to it then instead of letting it remain a mystery and sharing the blame around 
>Even at lunch she critiqued her own behavior
Enjoyed to a musician in the park for a half hour but then left without giving him a tip
>She honestly felt guilty about that one

>Luckily all those notes were recorded on different days
>because the paddle held her to account for all of them.
>For the stallion in the elevator she got 20 sharp whacks for Lust and 10 more for Envy
"Oow! Oow! Oow! I'm sorrrrryyy!
"I wasn't gonna do anything, OW! his breath was horrible!"
>Her math error got her 15 spanks for sloth
>She hadn't checked her computations twice, clearly
>Then another 30 for pride in not admitting her mistake
"Please, please stop! Owwwie! I won't be such a chicken OW! next time!"
>She felt lucky not to have triggered the lie detector this time
>For her offense against the musician, however, the paddle gave her a sound butt blistering
>Lust and Wrath were the only ones with nothing to say
>All the other Deadly Sins had input that evening
"WHHHHAAaaahhhHHH!
"I'm sorrryyy! I'll go back and tip him tomorOW, OW, OW!"
>And she did; although she fibbed to him and said she'd been out of cash the day before
>Peachy didn't tell the paddle about that one
>During her post-spanking cool down period;
>as she had a good cry and soothed her sizzling bottom with a bag of frozen peas
>her hoarse voice with a healthy juice popsicle instead of a half-gallon of ice cream
>Peachy came to the revelation that the Grande had been created and enchanted by craftsponies
>As such it took particular umbrage at an offense to a fellow artist
>Good thing to remember. 

>For a few weeks Peachy Sprite held the belief that the paddle somehow magically "knew" when she was lying
>She finally realized this was silly
>The paddle was a piece of wood brought to 'life' by a magical spell
>It had no mind or free will
>The only reason it had 'known' she lied about the number of hayburgers that first time was because she foolishly told it a made up number first then exposed her lie by telling the truth next

>She tested the theory one night when she'd been a bit lazy at work
>Laying over the couch she had grown to fear
>All cushions now securely locked in place
>Peachy wrote her sin on the slate
"Told the Boss I couldn't stay late because my cat was sick." 

>In a few moments her relatively mild sentence replaced the chalk letters on the tablet
>Only 5 for Sloth
>Apparently the unicorn who enchanted this had a soft spot for cats
>Then Peachy took a deep breath and tried Part 2 of her experiment
"I don't even have a cat."
>Five smacks, double for lying, is still not awful
>But then...
"40 FOR...WRATH? What the fuck!?"
>But it was too late at that point and poor Peachy had to howl her way through 50 painful spanks
"Whhhaaa! I don't even understand this one!
"Whhhhyyyyy didn't I read the instructions mo, OW OW Owwhhhaa!!"

>Another bag of peas, another popsicle
>Another good read of the full instruction sheet
"Certain important crimes do not easily fit into the 7 categories are assigned at the digression of the enchanting Wizard."
>Yeah, they like to be called Wizards so they can charge more
"Incomplete list here."
>Peachy scanned the list under Wrath and quickly found Animal Cruelty
>She certainly agreed with that and felt that the punishment should be done with something a little more important than a sex toy
>But crying wolf over a non-existent sick cat seemed like a stretch
>There was no pony to complain to though
>She was using a sex toy to change her lifetime pattern of behavior
>Things were bound to get a little weird
>Just remember never to fuck with cats.

>About 2 months after her purchase, Peachy returned to the shop
"Welcome to the Lover...oh hi! I recognize you.
"Please don't say you want to return the Grande...WAY too much time has passed."
>Peachy had the Grande with her, but she did not intend to return it
"Hi Thistle Sting!
"I brought you a coffee 'cause I stiffed you on the tip last time.
"No, I don't wanna return.
"In fact, I think I'm ready to have it engraved."
>The clerk was happy Peachy had remembered her name, and happy for the coffee
>In time the two would become close friends
"Great! I can do that right here in the shop
"Or I can brand the inscription on with a wood burner
"That's cheaper, but it looks really nice too."
>Thistle remembered her prior financial pinch
>But Peachy looked at the slab of wood she both loved and hated
>Her behavior and attitude really had improved
>She was healthier, happier
>and she'd gotten the promotion she'd been passed over for last cycle
>Best, she didn't have to lie about how well things were going when she wrote a letter home to Mom & Dad
>He deserved the nice expensive engraving
>and would be the generic Grande no more.

"I think it's time for a name, Thistle.
"He's my Detrimental Attitude Destroyer."
>Thistle Sting cringed and told her.
"Awww, Peachy, that's WAY too many letters
"I can only fit three."

>Peachy Sprite was okay with that, although she hadn't planned it this way.
"Okay, just the initials then."
>Do I have to spell it out for you?
>
>D.A.D.

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